Wednesday, November 24, 2004
My Dream Trombone....... yea... dream...
My Dream Edwards Trombone
- 324CF 8.5" Yellow Brass Bell
- T-STDN Slide
- Red Brass Dual Radius Tuning Slide
- Edge bracing
- Normal Brass Leadpipe
- Bullet Brace
- Satin Finish
Total Cost: US$3750 (excluding shipping) [~S$6200]
Oh darn... when will i be able to get it... *whistles*
nic was lost in the memories of 14:25
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
wad an experience.. not mine though..
a tbone experience... funny...
Yeah, okay. January 1st, 1984. I'm on my way home from a New Year's Eve gig in an unfamiliar town, and make a wrong turn on a one-way street. I was promptly pulled over and given the drunk test (tap-dancing, nose-touching, alphabet-reciting...no breathalyzer in those days). Being stone cold sober I passed, but the cop looked in the back seat and saw my bone case. "Open it", he orders. I comply, and he thoroughly inspects each item in the case, including the jar of Superslick, which he opens and sniffs.
His next question: "Can you prove this is your instrument?" I ask him how I can prove it...it's not stolen, I tell the cop, I just came from a New Year's gig at the country club.
Here's the funny part. "Play something for me". I look at him like, "you're kidding", you know, but I agree, and as I put the horn together, simultaneously laughing and cursing under my breath, I ask him what he would like to hear (the theme from "COPS" hadn't been written yet...). He says "Oh, anything" so I play a little bit of "Stardust" and then "Auld Lang Syne" but he stops me and says, "Okay, I believe you. I didn't want a concert." He tells me I can go, and to watch the traffic signs more carefully. But just as I'm finished packing up the horn, he says sternly, "Wait a minute. What is that object in your back seat, which I believe to be a marijuana pipe!!?"
I nearly wet myself, not imagining what he could be looking at. I turn to look and see his flashlight trained on...my Alessi-Vachianno metal straight mute. Relieved, I tell him, "It's my mute. It goes with the horn," but he's not convinced. "Open it," he commands. "It doesn't open, it's a mute," I tell him, and offer it to him to inspect, but he backs up a step and I could swear I saw him reach towards his Police Special!
"No, you open it up," he commands again. Desperate, I tell him I'll demonstrate how it works, and offer to play some more...but no, now he's suspicious. It looks to him as though the mute should come apart, and I cant prove to him that it won't! I'm giving this guy a Trombone Pedagogy lesson at 2:30 AM on a one-way street, in the middle of a midwest winter, in my tux, and he's not buying it. If the situation wasn't so dire it would be laughable.
So I shake the mute, bang it against my hand, turn it upside down, anything, trying to convince Joe Friday that it's a hollow piece of metal. He finally gives in, apparently softened by my growing desperation, and lets me go, and I proceed to drive a full block before I remember it's a one-way street and I'm still heading the wrong way! Fortunately, he must have had enough of me, too, because he ignored my get-away.
It seems funny now. Wait, no, it doesn't. Stop laughing at me.
Yeah, okay. January 1st, 1984. I'm on my way home from a New Year's Eve gig in an unfamiliar town, and make a wrong turn on a one-way street. I was promptly pulled over and given the drunk test (tap-dancing, nose-touching, alphabet-reciting...no breathalyzer in those days). Being stone cold sober I passed, but the cop looked in the back seat and saw my bone case. "Open it", he orders. I comply, and he thoroughly inspects each item in the case, including the jar of Superslick, which he opens and sniffs.
His next question: "Can you prove this is your instrument?" I ask him how I can prove it...it's not stolen, I tell the cop, I just came from a New Year's gig at the country club.
Here's the funny part. "Play something for me". I look at him like, "you're kidding", you know, but I agree, and as I put the horn together, simultaneously laughing and cursing under my breath, I ask him what he would like to hear (the theme from "COPS" hadn't been written yet...). He says "Oh, anything" so I play a little bit of "Stardust" and then "Auld Lang Syne" but he stops me and says, "Okay, I believe you. I didn't want a concert." He tells me I can go, and to watch the traffic signs more carefully. But just as I'm finished packing up the horn, he says sternly, "Wait a minute. What is that object in your back seat, which I believe to be a marijuana pipe!!?"
I nearly wet myself, not imagining what he could be looking at. I turn to look and see his flashlight trained on...my Alessi-Vachianno metal straight mute. Relieved, I tell him, "It's my mute. It goes with the horn," but he's not convinced. "Open it," he commands. "It doesn't open, it's a mute," I tell him, and offer it to him to inspect, but he backs up a step and I could swear I saw him reach towards his Police Special!
"No, you open it up," he commands again. Desperate, I tell him I'll demonstrate how it works, and offer to play some more...but no, now he's suspicious. It looks to him as though the mute should come apart, and I cant prove to him that it won't! I'm giving this guy a Trombone Pedagogy lesson at 2:30 AM on a one-way street, in the middle of a midwest winter, in my tux, and he's not buying it. If the situation wasn't so dire it would be laughable.
So I shake the mute, bang it against my hand, turn it upside down, anything, trying to convince Joe Friday that it's a hollow piece of metal. He finally gives in, apparently softened by my growing desperation, and lets me go, and I proceed to drive a full block before I remember it's a one-way street and I'm still heading the wrong way! Fortunately, he must have had enough of me, too, because he ignored my get-away.
It seems funny now. Wait, no, it doesn't. Stop laughing at me.
nic was lost in the memories of 13:39
Saturday, November 20, 2004
*sigh*
bored... sad... nothing else but happiness...
i lost teddy... i dunno where it is... sorrie shin... i dunno where it is in school... no mood to watch anything now... juz wanna find my teddy back... that's all i want... *sigh*
i lost teddy... i dunno where it is... sorrie shin... i dunno where it is in school... no mood to watch anything now... juz wanna find my teddy back... that's all i want... *sigh*
nic was lost in the memories of 01:42
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
guess i'm back... *shrug*
loneliness............ kills...
haha... almost...
i mizz u...
come back soon ya..
*sigh*
i hate tis feelin'...
anyway.. i am back..
..
..
..
for now...
haha... almost...
i mizz u...
come back soon ya..
*sigh*
i hate tis feelin'...
anyway.. i am back..
..
..
..
for now...
nic was lost in the memories of 13:19
